This is not a travelogue, I live here, a small town, on a small island, in the middle of the Irish Sea. Welcome to The Isle of Man.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Just when you thought it was safe!

So where was I?

Sorry I left you all with a group of drunks, I mean dedicated rugby players celebrating with yards of ale at the end of yet another rough game, but well I'm back now so perleaaaaasssse no more poking me on Facebook. For a start that really hurts a girl and it's sooooooooooooo rude ya know. If you have stumbled across this blog looking for a sensible travel guide, a little Manx history and ooh how wonderful it is living on Whicker Man, sorry the Isle of Man.....think again! You will get that from time to time, but most definitely my way. What ya see is what ya get, and how I get up in the morning is how this blog works. So, Shoprite our local supermarket (nothing super about it at all, oxymoron) if you sell chickens that go off before their sell by date and ruin Christmas..... I will be be annoyed and name and shame. One thing only I guarantee you, a photo. If you're lucky the odd photography tip. If you are even luckier I may throw in some Manx culture or a Manx swear word, I mean Manx word for seagull or some some nonsense. Well I will until they catch me and have to go back to hiding in the woods for a while.

Oh the photo. Nothing special to kick us off. A walk along the river, low tide down on one knee doing the old artsy fartsy bit with (cliche alert) setting the composition and of course this just had to be in monochrome dahlink to allow the hollow of light through the whatever that stone thing is sticking up out of the water. Look I told you, I do the photography but if you want I could pretend it's an ancient Manx obelisk that the Pagans used to worship and sacrifice virgins at on May Day to ward off maurauding Vikings. Think I may have to go into hiding.

You've got some 'splainin' to do, girl. Some of us had you pegged as down for the count and were worried. Whatever took you away has now spewed you forth on the beach and we are glad to see you. Carry on. . . :-)-Kim

Have mercu she's back!!! Everyone brace yourselves!HA Love the pagan obelisk or whatever you made up. Great shot B. Glad you to have you and all your assorted foolishness back with us. I've got the Sin Bin all cleaned out for you. Come on!V

I KNEW there were no jail could hold ye, lassie! I said it right here. No, over here. Here. No I said it, didn't write it. Can't go leavin' evidence lyin' about like that can I? Those sodding crooks in charge the coppers would run 'er down all over again.